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Rob Stoakes Reviews
Shrek the Halls
2007
Gary Trousdale
DreamWorks
Prologue
Shrek the Halls, a televised movie involving Shrek trying to get the perfect Christmas. Running time? 27 minutes. Rating? PG, contains farting humour and one mild scary scene. Half the content? Trailers, including Madagascar 2 and Kung Fu Panda.
It’s not as if I have any great expectations, but by Yorbos this is bad! For the uninitiated, Shrek is a movie franchise which, for the first two films, focused on two things; reversing the tropes of fantasy fiction and fairy tales, making villains out of supposed heroes and vice versa, and mocking the over-commercialised state of children’s films such as Disney films of the time. While I personally didn’t enjoy Shrek or the sequel, I at least saw why they had become popular; it had a lot of farting, it constantly referenced pop culture that has since made the films incredibly dated, and that arsing great tit of a man Eddie Murphy was in it, who might be a perfectly nice man in real life but he isn’t making a very good case for himself, what with constantly trying to annoy me to death every time his dumb look lurches onto the screen as he warbles in that unbearable bizarre voice he has, kind of like Chris Tucker except that Tucker’s so fast talking and so high pitched it’s ironically likable whereas Murphy just makes me want to give him a vivisection with a nine iron...
Ok, I’m being very critical, but that’s what I am, a hateful, unimpressed king of misery, and I find it odd that Shrek started out mocking the overly commercial fantasy kids fiction and now is the most overly commercial of all of them, and it is RAMPAGING around the screen here. No need for more introductions. Let’s get jiggy with it.
Plot
So our plot begins, where else, in Shrek’s home swamp, where we see the answer to the question “What does the illegitimate offspring of Flubber and Alexei Sayle resemble?” himself as he sunbathes in his front yard. It’s a lovely sunny day, which is interrupted with the appearance of Donkey, the ultimate king of making-shit-pop-culture-references-to-things-that-wouldn’t-exist-in-this-fantasy-world. However, he doesn’t exercise his right to do so, instead opting to remind Shrek that it is exactly 159 days until Christmas. Cue the obligatory scene of the main character (in this case, Shrek) saying that he doesn’t care about Christmas, with sad music suggesting that this is the source of all his problems. Waa, waa, waa.
Quick detour – why is every damn modern Christmas film about somebody not liking Christmas and having to learn the true meaning of Christmas? What’s so fucking great about Christmas, a holiday in which we celebrate the plummet of civilised culture, the rise of commercialist selfishness and the birth of a stage magician who was only considered important because he claimed to be the son of an imaginary man in the sky ROFLMAO SATIRE LOL! This is why my favourite Christmas films of all time are Black Christmas and Gremlins. There’s no bullshit with them, just the true Christmas Spirit.
Cut to Autumn. Shrek is about to chop up some wood when Donkey gets in the way of the axe before Shrek chops down, shouting about Christmas. Shrek, startled, brings the axe down on Donkey’s head, killing him instantly. Although the charge was murder, Shrek managed to argue the case that it was an accident, and brings the charges down to Involuntary Manslaughter, and is released from prison ten years later. The End.
Ok, wishful thinking. No, DreamWorks wouldn’t dare kill off Donkey, that’d be an improvement to the series. Instead, Shrek throws the axe backwards despite already having the axe in the air before he was startled. In fact, his hands don’t actually move, it just flies backwards out of his hand as if he’s a fucking Jedi or something.
Rob Stoakes Reviews
Shrek the Halls
2007
Gary Trousdale
DreamWorks
Prologue
Shrek the Halls, a televised movie involving Shrek trying to get the perfect Christmas. Running time? 27 minutes. Rating? PG, contains farting humour and one mild scary scene. Half the content? Trailers, including Madagascar 2 and Kung Fu Panda.
It’s not as if I have any great expectations, but by Yorbos this is bad! For the uninitiated, Shrek is a movie franchise which, for the first two films, focused on two things; reversing the tropes of fantasy fiction and fairy tales, making villains out of supposed heroes and vice versa, and mocking the over-commercialised state of children’s films such as Disney films of the time. While I personally didn’t enjoy Shrek or the sequel, I at least saw why they had become popular; it had a lot of farting, it constantly referenced pop culture that has since made the films incredibly dated, and that arsing great tit of a man Eddie Murphy was in it, who might be a perfectly nice man in real life but he isn’t making a very good case for himself, what with constantly trying to annoy me to death every time his dumb look lurches onto the screen as he warbles in that unbearable bizarre voice he has, kind of like Chris Tucker except that Tucker’s so fast talking and so high pitched it’s ironically likable whereas Murphy just makes me want to give him a vivisection with a nine iron...
Ok, I’m being very critical, but that’s what I am, a hateful, unimpressed king of misery, and I find it odd that Shrek started out mocking the overly commercial fantasy kids fiction and now is the most overly commercial of all of them, and it is RAMPAGING around the screen here. No need for more introductions. Let’s get jiggy with it.
Plot
So our plot begins, where else, in Shrek’s home swamp, where we see the answer to the question “What does the illegitimate offspring of Flubber and Alexei Sayle resemble?” himself as he sunbathes in his front yard. It’s a lovely sunny day, which is interrupted with the appearance of Donkey, the ultimate king of making-shit-pop-culture-references-to-things-that-wouldn’t-exist-in-this-fantasy-world. However, he doesn’t exercise his right to do so, instead opting to remind Shrek that it is exactly 159 days until Christmas. Cue the obligatory scene of the main character (in this case, Shrek) saying that he doesn’t care about Christmas, with sad music suggesting that this is the source of all his problems. Waa, waa, waa.
Quick detour – why is every damn modern Christmas film about somebody not liking Christmas and having to learn the true meaning of Christmas? What’s so fucking great about Christmas, a holiday in which we celebrate the plummet of civilised culture, the rise of commercialist selfishness and the birth of a stage magician who was only considered important because he claimed to be the son of an imaginary man in the sky ROFLMAO SATIRE LOL! This is why my favourite Christmas films of all time are Black Christmas and Gremlins. There’s no bullshit with them, just the true Christmas Spirit.
Cut to Autumn. Shrek is about to chop up some wood when Donkey gets in the way of the axe before Shrek chops down, shouting about Christmas. Shrek, startled, brings the axe down on Donkey’s head, killing him instantly. Although the charge was murder, Shrek managed to argue the case that it was an accident, and brings the charges down to Involuntary Manslaughter, and is released from prison ten years later. The End.
Ok, wishful thinking. No, DreamWorks wouldn’t dare kill off Donkey, that’d be an improvement to the series. Instead, Shrek throws the axe backwards despite already having the axe in the air before he was startled. In fact, his hands don’t actually move, it just flies backwards out of his hand as if he’s a fucking Jedi or something.
I’m not sure which is worse – Shrek looks as if he’s just been lobotomised, Donkey looks as if he wants to bum me and Puss looks as if he just HAS bummed me.
Donkey then suggests that Shrek gets some marshmallows for Christmas, because, and I quote ‘… because everybody knows that without marshmallows, sweet potatoes are nothing!’
To respond would be to qualify that retarded statement.
Cut to the day before Christmas Eve, and Donkey is still bothering Shrek, who hasn’t prepared for Christmas because he doesn’t know anything about it, and he doesn’t think his wife Fiona cares. Of course, immediately Fiona bursts out of the house for no reason to exclaim how excited she is for Christmas. Here’s another question; why didn’t she bring this up before now? It’s the 23rd, surely you would’ve asked Shrek is he’s decorated the house. Actually, you wouldn’t need to, just look around, but I digress. Also, Donkey refers to Fiona as Princess. In Shrek’s position, I’d fucking pile-drive Donkey into the ground. Flirting with married women in front of the husband is rude.
Anyway, Shrek rushes to a library to buy a book on how to make the perfect Christmas. Of course, he’s referred ‘Christmas for Idiots, a reference for the rest of us’ because nobody has ever made that joke before. Anyway, the world’s most annoying shop assistant gives him some advice, with her nasally voice and her talking speed as fast as a kangaroo on amphetamines that makes me want to KILL THAT BITCH ARGH!!! The advice mostly consists of ‘get a tree, decorate the house’ but most importantly ‘TELL A STORY’ because I remember being told a
Anyway, Shrek starts to decorate the house, using chunks of metal and bike wheels and all sorts of junk, to Donkey’s horror… ok, what the fuck is Donkey doing here? Does he just live in the house, he doesn’t seem to spend any time anywhere else. Fiona tells Donkey that Shrek and her just want a family Christmas, essentially politely telling him to go away and never come back, which of course means he will. Meanwhile, Shrek and Fiona have a montage of them getting everything ready for Christmas, with some shameful pop song over the top that makes me want to claw out my own eardrums.
That night, Shrek begins to tell his kids a story, but Donkey (ARRRGGGHHH!!!) comes in with every other fucking character in the entire series cramming into Shrek’s house, gate-crashing, replacing every one of Shrek’s possessions with Christmas iconography, kicking him out and making a mini disco. Shrek is unsurprisingly belligerent, and hides out in the toilet. Fiona goes to tell him to go back the house, and displays her complete lack of consideration of privacy by simply opening the door while Shrek’s taking a shit. JESUS CHRIST, WOMAN, WHERE ARE YOUR MANNERS?! A MAN’S TOILET IS HIS CASTLE, DON’T JUST BURST IN, YOU SKANK!
Donkey then suggests that Shrek gets some marshmallows for Christmas, because, and I quote ‘… because everybody knows that without marshmallows, sweet potatoes are nothing!’
To respond would be to qualify that retarded statement.
Cut to the day before Christmas Eve, and Donkey is still bothering Shrek, who hasn’t prepared for Christmas because he doesn’t know anything about it, and he doesn’t think his wife Fiona cares. Of course, immediately Fiona bursts out of the house for no reason to exclaim how excited she is for Christmas. Here’s another question; why didn’t she bring this up before now? It’s the 23rd, surely you would’ve asked Shrek is he’s decorated the house. Actually, you wouldn’t need to, just look around, but I digress. Also, Donkey refers to Fiona as Princess. In Shrek’s position, I’d fucking pile-drive Donkey into the ground. Flirting with married women in front of the husband is rude.
Anyway, Shrek rushes to a library to buy a book on how to make the perfect Christmas. Of course, he’s referred ‘Christmas for Idiots, a reference for the rest of us’ because nobody has ever made that joke before. Anyway, the world’s most annoying shop assistant gives him some advice, with her nasally voice and her talking speed as fast as a kangaroo on amphetamines that makes me want to KILL THAT BITCH ARGH!!! The advice mostly consists of ‘get a tree, decorate the house’ but most importantly ‘TELL A STORY’ because I remember being told a
Anyway, Shrek starts to decorate the house, using chunks of metal and bike wheels and all sorts of junk, to Donkey’s horror… ok, what the fuck is Donkey doing here? Does he just live in the house, he doesn’t seem to spend any time anywhere else. Fiona tells Donkey that Shrek and her just want a family Christmas, essentially politely telling him to go away and never come back, which of course means he will. Meanwhile, Shrek and Fiona have a montage of them getting everything ready for Christmas, with some shameful pop song over the top that makes me want to claw out my own eardrums.
That night, Shrek begins to tell his kids a story, but Donkey (ARRRGGGHHH!!!) comes in with every other fucking character in the entire series cramming into Shrek’s house, gate-crashing, replacing every one of Shrek’s possessions with Christmas iconography, kicking him out and making a mini disco. Shrek is unsurprisingly belligerent, and hides out in the toilet. Fiona goes to tell him to go back the house, and displays her complete lack of consideration of privacy by simply opening the door while Shrek’s taking a shit. JESUS CHRIST, WOMAN, WHERE ARE YOUR MANNERS?! A MAN’S TOILET IS HIS CASTLE, DON’T JUST BURST IN, YOU SKANK!
So, Shrek goes back to tell his children ‘The Night before Christmas’, so Donkey interrupts so he can boast about his display, and Puss decides to tell a story about a Spanish Santa Claws BECAUSE HE’S A CAT HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAA! And then every other character gets in on the act, including Gingerbread Man giving us that “mild scary scene” we were told about…
… ok, so it’s Gingerbread Man, now called Gingy to prove that there is a name stupider than Billy-Bob in the world, and some gingerbread woman called Susie in a car making out, classic monster movie set-up, replete with ‘Did you hear something?’ and big shadows. In fact, I’m getting flashbacks to the Thanksgiving trailer in Grindhouse. Then the monster is a giant Santa, oh what a shocker. He reaches down to the car, Gingy leaps out of the way of the hand, leaving Susie to die when… HOLY SHIT! SANTA JUST DECAPITATES HER WITH A SINGLE BITE, CRUNCH SOUND EFFECT AND EVERYTHING!
By the end of this, we could end up watching Black Christmas.
… ok, so it’s Gingerbread Man, now called Gingy to prove that there is a name stupider than Billy-Bob in the world, and some gingerbread woman called Susie in a car making out, classic monster movie set-up, replete with ‘Did you hear something?’ and big shadows. In fact, I’m getting flashbacks to the Thanksgiving trailer in Grindhouse. Then the monster is a giant Santa, oh what a shocker. He reaches down to the car, Gingy leaps out of the way of the hand, leaving Susie to die when… HOLY SHIT! SANTA JUST DECAPITATES HER WITH A SINGLE BITE, CRUNCH SOUND EFFECT AND EVERYTHING!
By the end of this, we could end up watching Black Christmas.
Finally, a film we can all enjoy.
By the way, can you believe that there is this much padding in a 27 minute feature? I can’t! This is padded relentlessly and unendingly, which is odd considering that the first three scenes where fitted into the space of a minute, and that spans over half a year, while now what should take about one minute has taken ten minutes! Please, somebody stab me to death!
So, suddenly, due to various objects being kicked around the room, Shrek ends up having his house set on fire, his trousers set on fire, getting soaked in cold water, blinded by various objects ramming into his eyes and having his dinner smashed up. He flips his shit, sending everyone out of the house, and suddenly everybody thinks he’s the bad guy for being a Scrooge! Even Fiona shouts at him! In fact, she leaves him! And rightfully so! Damn you, Shrek! They were your guests! All they did was to break into your house, wreck all your stuff, set everything in the house including you on fire, ruin dinner, nick some stuff and not say please or thank you! HUMBUG TO YOU, SHREK! HUMBUG!
So Shrek mopes about as we get that fucking annoying Halleluiah montage we get in every movie, except this time it’s done with a Christmas carol. We cut to see Fiona, Puss, Donkey and all the others walking through the snow asking themselves whether or not Shrek overreacted or not. Then Shrek comes along. Doubtless, he’s here to berate them once again and ask for his stuff back, demanding that they apologise for ruining his Christmas with his family and indeed destroying his house, right?
By the way, can you believe that there is this much padding in a 27 minute feature? I can’t! This is padded relentlessly and unendingly, which is odd considering that the first three scenes where fitted into the space of a minute, and that spans over half a year, while now what should take about one minute has taken ten minutes! Please, somebody stab me to death!
So, suddenly, due to various objects being kicked around the room, Shrek ends up having his house set on fire, his trousers set on fire, getting soaked in cold water, blinded by various objects ramming into his eyes and having his dinner smashed up. He flips his shit, sending everyone out of the house, and suddenly everybody thinks he’s the bad guy for being a Scrooge! Even Fiona shouts at him! In fact, she leaves him! And rightfully so! Damn you, Shrek! They were your guests! All they did was to break into your house, wreck all your stuff, set everything in the house including you on fire, ruin dinner, nick some stuff and not say please or thank you! HUMBUG TO YOU, SHREK! HUMBUG!
So Shrek mopes about as we get that fucking annoying Halleluiah montage we get in every movie, except this time it’s done with a Christmas carol. We cut to see Fiona, Puss, Donkey and all the others walking through the snow asking themselves whether or not Shrek overreacted or not. Then Shrek comes along. Doubtless, he’s here to berate them once again and ask for his stuff back, demanding that they apologise for ruining his Christmas with his family and indeed destroying his house, right?
No, of course not, that’d make sense. In fact, Shrek, the Scottish dimwit he is, has convinced himself that he’s in the wrong and is here to apologise! Of course, it’s only halfway through the film, so we have to make him fuck up saying sorry by calling them annoying, moronic, accusing them of taking being kicked out of the house the wrong way… and yet, I still think he’s too soft on them. THEY BURNT HIS HOUSE TO THE GROUND! HE’S AN OGRE, HE SHOULD RIP OUT THEIR SPINAL COLUMNS FOR THIS INSOLENCE!!! And of course, Shrek reveals his dark secret – he’s never had a Christmas before!
GASP! WHAT HORRORS! NO WONDER HE’S SO MISERABLE!
Well, what a good job you did of introducing him to the holiday, Donkey, you vandalising moronic annoying bastard!
So, Shrek invites everyone back into his home like the cowering bitch he is. They actually have a fucking sleepover, and demand that Shrek tell them all a bedtime story. Logic dictates that Shrek would simply tell them to go fuck themselves, but we’ll go by the movie’s logic…
So, Shrek tells a special version of ‘The Night Before Christmas’ but with him as Santa, as he goes into a house, makes the decorations better (for ogres, at any rate, because the biggest joke in the Shrek universe is that Shrek uses disgusting things for household appliances, a joke that’s been around since The mother-effing Flintstones) and promptly leaves. The entire sequence takes exactly one minute, and then the short’s over...
WAIT, THAT’S IT?!
All this time, we’ve been building up Shrek’s version of ‘The Night Before Christmas’ being the apex on which this story has been leading to… and it’s lasts less than a minute? Donkey’s version was longer! What was the point of all that build up to something that I could fit into the footnotes of a page on ‘Where The Wild Things Are’?!
Pass the bucket. I need to puke.
Animation
So, the animation… well, it’s DreamWorks so it’s at least competent, often quite good. It certainly looks professional, though DreamWorks have a real problem bothering to innovate with their animation. However, it’s wrought with inconsistency and odd out-of-nowhere moments. I’ve already mentioned the axe flying backwards, but there’s a lot of other stuff. For example, nobody’s quite sure how lighting works in the world, with a tiny candle easily making up for a searchlight, but a roaring flame only managing to give out a tiny splutter of light. The three little pigs also occasionally swap hats for no reason, though you could put that down to them swapping places seeing as they’re so underdeveloped it doesn’t matter.
Can’t say much else, and I can’t think of anything funny to say about the animation… so onto the acting and characters.
Acting/Characters
So, as we previously established, all the characters are colossal morons, whether it’s consistent with the rest of the series or not. Shrek’s being quite out of character to be so nice to people in my opinion, and Donkey is still an absolute raging arsehole, a hot poker to my ring piece every time the fucking prick comes on screen with Eddie Murphy’s braying irritating gibe a whole new level of hell for me… but we already know this, so let’s get to the acting. Well, Mike Myers plays Shrek with a skill anybody would master after ten years of this, so at least he’s good, and Eddie Murphy is every bit the aching nutsack we’ve come to expect, so at least it’s mostly consistent. I forgot that Fiona was voiced by Cameron Diaz, however, seeing as in this she sounds like a two year girl, but that’s the only real complaint. A bland mix all around.
Final Word
Why does this exist?
Seriously, why does this exist? It’s not as if DreamWorks profited from it. Despite it being a Christmas special based off one of the biggest family-film-phenomena of all time, on the BBC, for family viewing, and it barely got six million views. The barely remembered surreal cartoon Willow the Wisp got ten million views a week without trying back in the 70’s, when viewing figures weren’t quite so high. And it’s not like it sold well on DVD, despite the frankly absurd price tag. It’s the same price as Metropolis, a film that is one million hours long, and Shrek the Halls isn’t even half an hour long, and this film doesn’t carry the Christmas message, or indeed any message. It just shamelessly promotes and celebrates both the idea that kids will buy anything and that mediocrity is easier to create than greatness, and both points are proven wrong. This feature isn’t just bad, it’s fucking boring too. Say what you like about the puss-ball that was Shrek 3, at least I could sit up watching it, and considering the TV figures this got, even children weren’t impressed.
Shrek the Halls? Suck my balls, more like.
GASP! WHAT HORRORS! NO WONDER HE’S SO MISERABLE!
Well, what a good job you did of introducing him to the holiday, Donkey, you vandalising moronic annoying bastard!
So, Shrek invites everyone back into his home like the cowering bitch he is. They actually have a fucking sleepover, and demand that Shrek tell them all a bedtime story. Logic dictates that Shrek would simply tell them to go fuck themselves, but we’ll go by the movie’s logic…
So, Shrek tells a special version of ‘The Night Before Christmas’ but with him as Santa, as he goes into a house, makes the decorations better (for ogres, at any rate, because the biggest joke in the Shrek universe is that Shrek uses disgusting things for household appliances, a joke that’s been around since The mother-effing Flintstones) and promptly leaves. The entire sequence takes exactly one minute, and then the short’s over...
WAIT, THAT’S IT?!
All this time, we’ve been building up Shrek’s version of ‘The Night Before Christmas’ being the apex on which this story has been leading to… and it’s lasts less than a minute? Donkey’s version was longer! What was the point of all that build up to something that I could fit into the footnotes of a page on ‘Where The Wild Things Are’?!
Pass the bucket. I need to puke.
Animation
So, the animation… well, it’s DreamWorks so it’s at least competent, often quite good. It certainly looks professional, though DreamWorks have a real problem bothering to innovate with their animation. However, it’s wrought with inconsistency and odd out-of-nowhere moments. I’ve already mentioned the axe flying backwards, but there’s a lot of other stuff. For example, nobody’s quite sure how lighting works in the world, with a tiny candle easily making up for a searchlight, but a roaring flame only managing to give out a tiny splutter of light. The three little pigs also occasionally swap hats for no reason, though you could put that down to them swapping places seeing as they’re so underdeveloped it doesn’t matter.
Can’t say much else, and I can’t think of anything funny to say about the animation… so onto the acting and characters.
Acting/Characters
So, as we previously established, all the characters are colossal morons, whether it’s consistent with the rest of the series or not. Shrek’s being quite out of character to be so nice to people in my opinion, and Donkey is still an absolute raging arsehole, a hot poker to my ring piece every time the fucking prick comes on screen with Eddie Murphy’s braying irritating gibe a whole new level of hell for me… but we already know this, so let’s get to the acting. Well, Mike Myers plays Shrek with a skill anybody would master after ten years of this, so at least he’s good, and Eddie Murphy is every bit the aching nutsack we’ve come to expect, so at least it’s mostly consistent. I forgot that Fiona was voiced by Cameron Diaz, however, seeing as in this she sounds like a two year girl, but that’s the only real complaint. A bland mix all around.
Final Word
Why does this exist?
Seriously, why does this exist? It’s not as if DreamWorks profited from it. Despite it being a Christmas special based off one of the biggest family-film-phenomena of all time, on the BBC, for family viewing, and it barely got six million views. The barely remembered surreal cartoon Willow the Wisp got ten million views a week without trying back in the 70’s, when viewing figures weren’t quite so high. And it’s not like it sold well on DVD, despite the frankly absurd price tag. It’s the same price as Metropolis, a film that is one million hours long, and Shrek the Halls isn’t even half an hour long, and this film doesn’t carry the Christmas message, or indeed any message. It just shamelessly promotes and celebrates both the idea that kids will buy anything and that mediocrity is easier to create than greatness, and both points are proven wrong. This feature isn’t just bad, it’s fucking boring too. Say what you like about the puss-ball that was Shrek 3, at least I could sit up watching it, and considering the TV figures this got, even children weren’t impressed.
Shrek the Halls? Suck my balls, more like.